Chapter 120: Filial Impiety, A Father's Return, Trading Some Immortal Artifacts

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Tuba did not dare harm Taifeng, for he was the Immortal King’s only heir. In particular, Immortal King Wenjian had taken only one wife in his entire life. After his companion died, she left behind an inept son who dreamed every day of taking shortcuts, rising to the heavens in a single bound, and becoming an Immortal King.

In the next instant, the gauntlet suddenly wheeled around and launched an unexpected attack at the grief-stricken Seventh and Eighth Ancestors of the Zhang family. Each ancestor summoned his natal immortal artifact—two immortal mountains.

The two mountains rose into the sky, growing to a height of ten thousand zhang. After blocking a single blow from the gauntlet, they each spat immortal blood, transforming into a formation talisman that sent Bingheng and Panfei away. Then they leaped upward, advancing instead of retreating, and controlled the immortal mountains to crash down upon Wuyun.

One mountain was tall, the other sharp-topped. Both radiated brilliant light. Beasts swarmed out from within them, forming an enhanced grand formation whose suppressive force grew even stronger. Once Wuyun and the others were locked in its sights, the mountains descended over their heads.

The Seventh and Eighth Ancestors wanted to suppress Wuyun and rescue Taifeng. Only if Taifeng were saved could the two of them be saved as well.

Sure enough, when the immortal mountains held Wuyun down, two rays of light wrapped around Taifeng and pulled him back to their side.

The Seventh Ancestor stepped forward and bowed. He had just begun to say, “Young Master, stand back for now and watch me subdue the enemy,” when a black dagger suddenly pierced Taifeng and plunged into the Seventh Ancestor’s soul lake, vanishing without a trace.

As the Eighth Ancestor roared in fury, Taifeng waved his hands repeatedly and cried out innocently, “I’m not in control of myself! It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me!”

In the next instant, Tuba seized Taifeng and protected him with formations and immortal artifacts. Yet Wuyun merely extended a hand, and Taifeng appeared in his palm.

“Tell his father this: the son is unfilial, so the father must pay the debt. Bring me some immortal artifacts in exchange, or I’ll tear up the hostage!”

After stowing Taifeng away, Wuyun straightened his chest. The scene just now had indeed been dangerous. Had he not struck first and killed the Second Ancestor, the whole sequence of events would have forced him to reveal every one of his trump cards, leaving him with nothing concealed.

After the Seventh Ancestor of the Zhang family was struck by the dagger formed from Wuyun’s black baleful aura, his soul lake churned violently. Countless inner demons evolved from black mist and surged forth. They even connected with other dimensions, summoning demons of Great and Lesser Freedom, which descended like heavenly tribulations and ran wild without end.

After only a few exchanges, one ancestor was dead and another wounded. The remaining Eighth Ancestor hurriedly recalled his towering immortal mountain. He leaped into its summit and no longer dared show the slightest carelessness.

With the immortal mountain protecting his body and peaks standing densely around him, the Eighth Ancestor felt somewhat reassured. He treated the Seventh Ancestor’s wounds, suppressed the black aura, and coldly addressed Wuyun:

“That evil-demonic aura means your death is certain. Not only will you die—everything behind you will die as well. Our Zhang family—”

“Transform!”

With a single point of Wuyun’s finger, the black aura suppressed within the Seventh Ancestor’s body formed a passage that connected directly to another terrifying dimension. Endless black mist poured through it, intensifying inside his body. Before long, a voice rang out from within the Seventh Ancestor’s abdomen.

“Who summoned me and offered me blood for food? Hmm, the flavor is not bad!”

The black aura defeated the Seventh Ancestor within a few exchanges. Forced to abandon his body, the latter fled as a disembodied soul, leaving the grand soul-consciousness formation. The Eighth Ancestor remained behind to block the black shadow that sought to pursue him.

Confronted by the suddenly manifested outer-heavenly demon, the Eighth Ancestor cast out a string of beads—ten thousand and eight hundred in all. Each had been carved from immortal peachwood that was hundreds of thousands of years old, making them exceptionally effective against demonic outsiders.

The black mist, which had taken the shape of a ghostly face, could not withstand the attack. After being scattered, it cursed angrily before vanishing. The Seventh Ancestor’s body withered as well, never to recover.

Seeing this, the Eighth Ancestor glared furiously at Wuyun and was just about to speak when Tuba said, “What a domineering demonic art—the summoning of demons from another realm. The Seventh Ancestor was caught off guard and did not have time to use his natal true fire. Otherwise, how could he have been so easily overcome?”

Although his words seemed directed in support of the Eighth Ancestor, the gauntlet continued hammering the other man’s immortal mountain. Tuba was putting on a show without exerting himself. After every blow, Wuyun shook his head, signaling that it was too weak.

After Tuba had put on this act for dozens of strikes, the fourth-grade immortal artifact, the Star-Striking Gauntlet, suddenly expanded. It grew to more than ten thousand zhang, filling the entire space of the soul-consciousness formation and engulfing the immortal mountain.

At last, Tuba was forced to unleash his true power and fulfill Wuyun’s earlier request.

Seated within the immortal mountain, the Eighth Ancestor had nowhere to hide. He activated layer upon layer of defensive restrictions, yet they still could not withstand this deliberate strike aimed at destroying his body.

“Grow! Grow! Grow!”

The Eighth Ancestor shouted three times, despair appearing in his eyes. He knew that if the battle continued like this, his natal immortal mountain would be lost.

Thus, he charged toward the gauntlet. His body transformed into a dazzling star and exploded, while his soul fled in an attempt to escape.

Seeing that the Eighth Ancestor was about to flee as well, Wuyun pointed at him and shouted, “Soul, return!”

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The fleeing Eighth Ancestor was horrified to discover that he was being drawn helplessly toward Wuyun’s palm.

This terrified him so deeply that his soul suddenly became corporeal. His body condensed once more on the spot, and together with the battered immortal mountain, he resumed fighting the gauntlet.

Tuba’s brows drew tightly together. He saw Wuyun crushing Taifeng’s soul in his hand.

He had deliberately held back just now, giving the Eighth Ancestor a chance to escape. Yet even then, the man had failed to get away. Since Heaven itself had decreed this outcome…

Tuba fixed his gaze upon his opponent. The Eighth Ancestor sensed an aura of death descending upon him. He hurriedly raised the immortal mountain and shouted for Tuba not to act recklessly.

At that moment, the gauntlet moved and unfolded. From the castle where Tuba stood, ninety-nine fifth-grade gauntlet-shaped immortal artifacts flew out, each glowing in seven-colored splendor.

When the hundred gauntlets melted together and transformed into a medium-grade third-rank immortal artifact resembling a gigantic warship, Tuba shouted, “Divine Annihilation Cannon!”

The cannon fired. The immortal mountain was pierced through, and the Eighth Ancestor vanished without a trace, blasted into nothingness. Only a wisp of remnant soul split open space and fell into the lower realm.

Nearby, the Seventh Ancestor, already infested by the black aura, was utterly terrified. He was blasted high into the air, then drifted gently back down.

Tuba remained expressionless as he sighed. “Two of the three of you are already dead. Adding one more will not make much difference. That is just enough to meet the conditions for coercion.”

“You’re ruthless!”

The Seventh Ancestor glared at Wuyun and Tuba, tore open space, and rushed toward the lower realm, gambling on a slim chance of survival through countless dangers.

The Zhang family’s three remaining ancestors had now been completely wiped out. Among the surviving experts, only the Zhang family patriarch, who stood at the peak of the Profound Immortal realm, remained. If he learned what had happened, would he erupt in fury and beg the Valley Master of Hundred Blossoms Valley to intervene?

Wuyun paid no attention to any of this. Satisfied, he returned Taifeng’s soul to Tuba and warned him, “Keep his soul with you for now. If it disappears, that means I’m in danger and have summoned him over to serve as a shield.”

After Tuba examined Taifeng’s soul, his anger grew grave. Behind him, an alien being resembling a ghost shot into the sky. Waves of light burst from its eyes, enveloping Wuyun and the others.

This was the alien’s most skillful method of trapping enemies. If the opponent were struck without warning, their soul would be paralyzed for a short time, leaving them motionless for one or two seconds.

Just as the alien flung its hair, sending it forth like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, and struck Wuyun, Jiayouke, and the others, Tuba moved. He used his back to block the attack, allowing the blows to pin themselves into his body.

Then he courteously gestured toward Wuyun and said with deep respect, “When our Immortal King returns, he will certainly bring a generous gift to redeem the Young Master.”

Wuyun threw back his head and laughed before departing in high spirits.

The alien beside Tuba was bewildered and cried angrily, “Big Brother, I had already succeeded! Why did you give up halfway?”

Tuba’s expression was cold. Pointing at Taifeng, who had closed his eyes to recover, he said, “There is a restriction on the Young Master’s body. Until the Immortal King returns, do not act rashly.”

“Even so, we must send people to follow and protect them. Otherwise, the Young Master may be treated like an immortal beast bound by a summoning contract and summoned away to serve as a shield!”

The ghost-faced alien immortal nodded. With a wave of his hand, he sent two Profound Immortals after them. They vanished behind Wuyun’s swaggering stride.

After leaving the grand soul-consciousness formation, they walked along a broad and magnificent auxiliary road. Along the way, Jueli repeatedly offered her thanks.

Wuyun waved his hand without speaking. At last, when she took her leave, he said, “You are about to become a Great Immortal. Congratulations!”

After seeing her off to recuperate, the ghostly alien immortal following behind him was puzzled. Why, after causing such a tremendous disturbance, had not even a single person from Hundred Blossoms Valley come to question them?

A moment later, astonishing news came from the Enforcement Hall: the eight young masters of the Zhang family had used dual cultivation of the soul-consciousness to violate female immortals and had even controlled them with forbidden demonic arts.

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The culprits had been caught red-handed. Three immortals had been executed. The Zhang family’s Second Young Master, Bingheng, and Seventh Young Master, Panfei, were under investigation. The Enforcement Hall had acted fairly and impartially, restoring a clear sky to Hundred Blossoms Valley.

When the news was released, the ghost-faced alien immortal was so shocked that he could not speak. No wonder Wuyun had been so arrogant—it turned out that he had the backing of the Enforcement Hall.

After walking a little farther, Wuyun pulled the sleeping Black Horse out and forcibly woke him. He had Jiayouke lead the horse along so it could digest its round body and bulging belly.

With the Black Horse awake, Wuyun felt much more at ease. He called out, and the Soaring Stone came scampering over from behind.

The Soaring Stone had previously been inside the grand soul-consciousness formation. With experts as numerous as mountains, he had not dared approach. Now that he saw Jiayouke was unharmed, he realized that the latter had found himself a powerful patron.

This time, the Soaring Stone’s clothing was completely new. From head to toe, he wore battle garments made entirely from immortal artifacts. Jiayouke looked on enviously, then put away the feather-shaped immortal artifact he had taken out to show off.

“Congratulations, Little Captain Soaring Stone. Once you advance from Perfection to the Great Immortal realm, you will immediately be promoted again.”

Hearing Wuyun say this, the Soaring Stone lowered his head and became even more awkward. At last, he asked softly, “Senior, do you think I could join the Carefree Great Immortal Sect?”

Wuyun laughed heartily and pointed at Jiayouke. “He is the sect master. If you want a position, what could be easier?”

“Vice Sect Master!” Jiayouke declared without hesitation.

After making the promise, Wuyun shook his head and sighed. “How about one sect master and nine vice sect masters?”

The Soaring Stone chuckled along with him, then asked seriously, “Senior, Jiayouke and I are brothers who have faced life and death together. Just how profound is your cultivation?”

Wuyun smiled at him and shook his head. “You cannot bear the position of vice sect master in the Carefree Great Immortal Sect. But the sect master has spoken—so you are one. As for the organization you belonged to before, forget those stray dogs and cats. Be careful, or it may bring you a fatal disaster.”

With a slap, the Soaring Stone knelt before Wuyun. He was just about to ask how he could be saved and break away from his former organization when Wuyun interrupted him and waved for him to leave for the time being.

A flying beast appeared in the sky ahead. Only the official immortal beasts of Hundred Blossoms Valley and the Immortal Kings were permitted to fly within the forbidden-air formation.

The bird descended rapidly. As a whirlwind of sand rose, it transformed into a five-colored condor, and another figure emerged from it.

Another roar echoed through the sky:

“Patriarch of the Zhang family, Zhang Black-and-White, if you dare violate the laws of Hundred Blossoms Valley, you will certainly not be spared!”

The speaker did not reveal himself. Wuyun’s vision suddenly darkened, and a refined official of Hundred Blossoms Valley, more than three meters tall and holding a folding fan, blocked the road.

When the official opened the fan and revealed a depiction of Hundred Blossoms Valley upon it, Wuyun smiled.

“So you are the formation master responsible for maintaining and controlling Hundred Blossoms Valley’s grand formation. No wonder the Valley Master values you so highly. Have you come here to uphold righteousness by killing two depraved immortals guilty of countless sins?”

Zhang Black-and-White’s expression changed. He shouted angrily, “How could my sons have done such a thing? They have been framed and falsely accused. If they wanted women, any minor world would offer countless choices. This is all because of you—”

Before he could finish, Jiayouke interrupted with a grunt. “Can ordinary mortals from a minor world compare with the flavor of women from the immortal realm? Your sons violated the law. By rights, their cultivation should be crippled and they should be expelled from Hundred Blossoms Valley.”

Wuyun added, “They cannot be expelled. Five women who practiced dual cultivation of the soul-consciousness with your sons have mysteriously committed suicide.”